Brooke had to go into the store today, but it wasn’t like people were beating down the door to go there, so she was taking her time this morning. She’d intended to do othervwork while she was waiting around there, but then she’d gone for coffee, decided this was as good a place as any, and found a table near the window to do some sketching. Maybe they’d turn into actual clothes at some point, maybe not, but sometimes it was nice to get ideas out of your head and onto paper.

There were worse ways to spend a morning.

[Im not getting this one out enough. Open!]